Saturday, November 28, 2009

I used to sit on a exercise ball at work. That was until a 6’5” 250lb middle aged man burst my bubble. Literally. I laughed so hard I almost peed my pants; it was totally worth it.

Some people have a junk drawer. I had a junk room. Until today. With the help of a very patient friend I was able to reclaim the second bedroom. Heap of trash and bags of Goodwill equals tons of satisfaction.

Living alone means I rarely keep a stocked fridge. The fridge became essentially an air conditioned mansion for my ketchup and mustard. Until I stocked it full of goodies. Dining out no longer has quite the appeal when I know that food awaiting me at home was grown locally, organically and tastes about 100% better. Try it, you might like it.

Three years ago, I weighed 30lbs more than I do. Until I started to give a damn about what I ate, my health, my future. At 27, I’ve never felt better.